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how i communicate

Ah, yes, the song of my people.

this is what i need always.




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best owl i have seen

"hello friend! it is the morning!"




Posted by pandorasfall

best owl i have seen

"hello friend! it is the morning!"

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Lets clear this out! 

Yes, we are the couple from the cat pic, but that story is fake! we didnt wrote it!
Fortunately the real story is much more happy. Thats why we decided to upload a photo from our families together, our parents and our sisters! We have supportive families that love us and acept us. Is important to us that you share the real story behind this photo because is much more powerful and positive the true story, and we like to spred the positive message that everything always turn out just fine! you dont have to hide this from your family, they just need time to understand. The soon you tell them the soon you stop suffering and the aceptation process begin. 
Love to all of our followers and please share the real story and the positive message that we want to spred!

Aclaremos esto! 

Si! Somos nosotros los de la foto del gato pero esa historia no es real, nosotros no la escribimos!
Afortunadamente la historia real es mucho mas feliz. Es por eso que decidimos subir esta foto de nuestras familias juntos, nuestros padres y hermanas. Tenemos familias que nos apoyan y nos aceptan. Es importante para nosotros que compartas la historia real detrás de esa foto porque es mucho mas poderosa y positiva que la falsa, y queremos esparcir el mensaje positivo de que todo siempre termina saliendo bien! No tenes q esconderles esto a tu familia, ellos solo necesitan tiempo para entenderlo. Mientras mas rápido se los digas mas rápido vas a dejar de sufrir y el proceso de aceptación va a comenzar mas rápido. 
Cariños a todos nuestros seguidores y por favor compartan la historia real y el mensaje positivo que queremos esparcir!


Reducing an out of context picture of strangers to inspiration porn is so dehumanizing.

Oh internet you are so full of dark and light I just don’t even know what to make of you sometimes!

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Does Traditional College Debate Reinforce White Privilege?

Minority participants aren’t just debating resolutions—they’re challenging the terms of the debate itself.
Read more. [Image: Donna McWilliam/AP Photo]


Does Traditional College Debate Reinforce White Privilege?

Minority participants aren’t just debating resolutions—they’re challenging the terms of the debate itself.

Read more. [Image: Donna McWilliam/AP Photo]

I just need to get my shit together.

— me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via blurrymelancholy)


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Running for Boston

I have only been to Boston a handful of times. I can no way claim any of the tragedy or sorrow for myself except as a bystander who, like all of us, watched on horrified as the aftermath of the attacks happened.

Boston, though, was always the dream. When I found out last year that I had to stop running for a while, a large part of my heart-hurt was giving up the dream of qualifying for the Boston Marathon (“BQ’ing”) anytime soon. Initially, I had planned on BQing at least a few years ago, but then was hit by a car, etc etc etc.

So, last year, I watched the Boston marathon coverage pre-bombing pretty passively. It was a little salt in a still-healing wound. I was also dealing with the fact that my aunt was going to pass any day now (she passed away the next day), and was in a bad place.

Then, I started seeing horrified tweets from folks about what was happening, and turned on the television. The smoke. The panic. The horror. The unspeakable tragedies. The fear. That it happened at the finish line was its own set of horrors.

I can’t describe to you what finishing a marathon is like. It’s a mix of physically feeling as though you have been punched in the stomach, legs, hips, and feet over and over and the mental feeling of getting out of a horrible maze and being rewarded a million puppy snuggles. The roller coaster of emotions while you’re on the track is everything from certain death to feeling like you are the most-badass-rock-star-athletic-muthafucka on earth and you should do this in the Olympics or something BECAUSE YOU ARE THAT GOOD. You’re running anywhere from 2.5 (elites) to 4.5 (me) hours and there are moments in there where you are sure your legs will come off, or that you can’t go another step, or that it’s too painful for not worth it. 

But the spectators and other people at the race always make it feel like there is so much excitement and love. I am admittedly a solo runner, but races are my exception for loving company. People will see your name on your bib and shout it, just because they’re proud of anyone finishing what so many think of as insurmountable. Runners are egging each other on as some limp to just make it over that damn line at the end and feel glory under that banner. People make funny signs, cut up fruit and pour water/gatorade/beer into little dixie cups to hand out to folks, and yell words of encouragement for no other reason than just to be kind people. At the end, folks unabashedly raise their voice in what I can only describe (in a really cheesy way) as this triumphant chorus and cacophony of celebration. Everyone watching knows everyone who crosses worked their asses off, trained for months (or more), devoted hours and hours to running just to feel this, achieve this

As a runner, spectators make races worthwhile. Spectators have gotten me through my lowest points as a runner, and helped me get one foot in front of the other when I thought I had cashed in everything I had. Their kindness is what makes me want to run. Race spectators are often the folks who restore my faith in humanity

So, seeing the tragedy at Boston’s finish line nearly a year ago completely set me into a panic. Cut to me in a fetal position on the floor, just crying. Why? Why? How are people so cruel? How could life be so cruel?

Well, nearly a year has gone by, and I’ve regained most of my ability to run. Without question, seeing the running community band together is what made me want to do it. I knew spectators would keep spectating, and so I had to keep running. I knew that the survivors and the families of those killed who keep fighting, and so I had to keep running. In all things, running has been my constant. Anyone who tried to sully that with hatred had to lose. They couldn’t scare me away. They never will. I hope you never get scared either.

So, 2 ways to support Boston this year (many more exist I’m sure, but I just wanted to signal boost these two):

- you can run a virtual race like I am (so cool!)

- you can donated to MR8, the Martin Richards Foundation

As Chris and Leah O’Kane wait to finally say their vows, Father Ray Kelly steals the show for a few minutes. Father Kelly sings Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” at Oldcastle Church in Meathe, Ireland using his own lyrics, tailored to the happy couple.

Nope I am openly sobbing bye

Love needs #nofilter. <3

Love needs #nofilter. <3

For more than a century, the fate of African-Americans has been the pawn in a dysfunctional national family drama played out by whites on the liberal left and whites on the right.

Yes, whites on the liberal left helped elect Barack Obama. And black and brown folk have now endured six years of a straight-up, all out, go-for-broke temper tantrum on the right. Seeing themselves as the paragons of reason, liberal white folks have largely stood idly by reasoning with their brethren and sistren on the right to play nice, even though it is so clear that the right is not interested in a clean game.

It is this larger political context of white liberal dubiousness that Michelle Goldberg omits when she claims that “white liberal” has become a favorite left-wing epithet.

The reason, too, that I place this narrative in the broader context of both post-slavery politics and the election of Barack Obama 150 years later, is because Goldberg also won’t admit that the folks she finds herself most incensed with are radical people of color on the left.

Certainly, there are white radical leftists, as there have always been. But Goldberg is mostly upset with what she understands to be the policing that goes on in spaces like black Twitter and feminist Twitter, which incidentally is populated heavily by women of color.

Thus she makes a dubious and unsupported assertion that radical people of color, like those she took aim at in her Nation article on “Feminism’s Toxic Twitter Wars,” back in January, are engaged in divisive politics again. And she cautions us (warns us really) that if we don’t learn how to play nice with good ol’ liberals, then the right will take power.



Mommy teaching babby easier water drinking way because drinking water is hard experience u get it in your nose. Jesus how she puts her paw on his head in the second one. Such concern and love.

Holyshit no okay

the baby can’t reach to lick the water off its nose in the first one

and she licks it’s ear to calm it down in the second one before teaching ohmygod no there is nothing about this that isn’t cute as hell omfg

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Jenesis Fonseca - “The Way to a Woman’s Heart” (CUPSI 2014)

"They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. There is no proverb about the way to a woman’s heart. The way into her is more important."

Performing for Princeton during semifinals at the College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.


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-The West Wing

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